Greengrl is my adopted mother. We've known each other for quite some time now; probably close to 3.5 years as near as I can remember. She says that I remind her a lot of herself when she was my age, and she's helped me through a lot in the last couple of years, though we don't talk as much as we used to. Anyhow, the point of all this anecdotalising is that she's recently fallen into the habit of knitting, and today I decided to follow suit.
I've known how to knit for a long time: my dad's mother taught me how when I was probably about ten. My dad is originally from Scotland, though you'd never know it from his feeble attempts at Scottish accents. His parents, however, had very thick (like oatmeal?) accents. My grandfather's has faded a little bit in the last ten years, I think, but my grandmother's was often indecipherable to my friends. After she taught me how, though, I didn't really do anything with it. I did learn to crochet, as well, somewhere along the line.
Finally, when I started working at Ste. Marie three summers ago, I made my own knitting needles out of cedar kindling and went to town...and when the summer was over, I stopped. But now I've taken it up again, just in time for Christmas gift giving. I'm making my sisters (and possibly Arwyn) Gryffindor House scarfs, with alternating bands of scarlet and gold. And if it works out okay, I'll make myself a Ravenclaw scarf with blue and bronze. (My sisters are both Gryffindors, but somehow I'm a Ravenclaw, go figure.) find out what you are at Sorting-hat.com.
The Squidge is upset about something tonight. I caught her on MSN and she just completely brushed me off...which I guess isn't that unusual. We are close, but not close in the way where we go to each other with problems unless it's something terrible...I just feel bad because I wanted to help...and she didn't care.